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Chapter 64: Wraith Signal
The pulse came at midnight.
It was faint, almost beneath hearing — a rhythm that wasn’t sound but feeling, shivering through the lattice. Dante sat bolt upright in the shadowed chamber where they’d been quartered, the pulse buzzing in his bones like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to him.
Across the room, Aria was already awake, her eyes wide, her hand pressed to her temple. “You felt it too,” she whispered.
“Yeah.” Dante swung his legs down, boots crunching over broken tile. “Where’s it coming from?”
She closed her eyes. The lines of the lattice shimmered faintly around her, visible only when the resonance stirred. Her voice was quiet, reverent, afraid. “Down. Far below the Wards.”
Mira stirred at the doorway, leaning her shoulder against the frame, kni
